readsfreenovel Chapter 35 Is there even a possibility that I actually want to rot in this inn?
Chapter 35 Is there even a possibility that I actually want to rot in this inn?
Seeing the illogical way Nefertie was acting in front of him, Pantheon, clearly frightened, flicked his tongue and retreated in terror to the side of Hesk, whose eyes were twitching.
"Oh~ you caught me, big dog~"
Nifedi, who was lying on your chest like a kitten, was looking at you with her one bright eye one second, and the next second she was grabbing your collar and pulling it wildly as if she were having a celebration.
There was only one small female demon, but no one could figure out what she was thinking. She looked like a lit firework, so startling that you almost lost your composure.
Like all the demons in the hotel, you were not good at dealing with Neilette who would suddenly go crazy, so you pinched the little one's waist and gently put her on the ground.
...As expected of Alastor's offspring, they really do share the same passion when it comes to indiscriminately frightening people.
While trying to extricate yourself from the scene, you silently muttered this to yourself, not knowing how to describe these two.
Because you always managed to get out of the scene quickly, you didn't get to see Neil's endless self-falling journey, which might actually be a good thing.
"Ding ding."
Just as you smoothed out the wrinkles in your clothes and stood still, the communication jade pendant that you had been hanging on your waist suddenly emitted a series of crisp and soft ringing sounds.
Pale purple light spots began to spread from the center of the jade pendant, eventually forming the shape of a purple cosmos flower.
Your pen pal indicated that she was about to leave.
Seeing this, you raised an eyebrow and then unleashed a spell you had previously recorded towards the kitchen.
This spell is more like your proxy; it will prepare lunch for you after you leave the inn and then deliver the food to the inn's guests according to the instructions on the sticky notes on the refrigerator—because of time constraints, you didn't have time to record the evening session.
"Hmm? ■■■, are you going out?"
Shirley, who had just pulled Vicky away and didn't know what to say, saw that you looked like you were about to leave, so she immediately ran to your side.
"Yes, I'm going to meet a friend. I've already told Vicky what to do for dinner tonight... Of course, you can also order takeout, sweetheart."
Seeing that Shirley seemed to have something to say, you stopped and turned around.
The little princess from hell came quite fast, and you, who were startled by the seemingly energetic blonde princess, leaned back slightly and your eyes widened for a moment.
But you quickly returned to normal, maintaining a polite smile on your face. You brushed a strand of blonde hair behind the Hell Princess's ear and said in a deep and gentle voice, "Hmm... so, I guess I'll have to take a day off today."
"Oh, really... What a pity! But as long as you remember to come back, that's all that matters."
Shirley understood why you readily agreed to go out.
If any other sinners wanted to leave during Shirley's events, they would certainly be persuaded to stay.
But because the one going out this time is the most worry-free [unclear], the little princess of hell is actually most worried that "bad guys will kidnap the chef of her family's inn who is most likely to go to heaven."
"...Haha, Shirley, you should have understood from the day I moved in that before I could actually go to heaven, I'd rather just rot in this inn."
After saying this with a half-smile, you waved your hand casually.
With a gentle breeze, your feet, which were usually clad in black boots, were replaced with a pair of exquisitely crafted pointed-heeled riding boots, and your usual white robe was replaced by a black long gown with gold thread embroidery.
Your hair was tied up high with a red hair tie, and two light red tassels draped over your shoulders added a touch of heroism and sharpness to your otherwise pale face.
If you looked like a lifeless white statue, completely out of place in hell, when you went out dressed in all white, then now that you've changed into all black, you look like a chilling, menacing guard.
"It's been a long time since I've seen you wear this outfit. Is this the one you wore when we first met?"
Vicky, smiling, stood beside you with one hand on her hip, looking you up and down.
There are very few demons in Hell dressed with such an oriental flair as ■■■, but perhaps it's due to her appearance, ■■■ looks much better in oriental clothing than in other styles—or rather, ■■■ has a unique quality when wearing traditional oriental attire that she doesn't have when wearing other styles.
Vicky thought that word might be better described as "style" or "charm".
"Although it doesn't feel quite right to say it like that, sweetheart, you look absolutely stunning in this outfit!"
With her hands clasped together, Xia Li praised you sincerely and gave you a big hug.
You've gotten used to Shirley's enthusiasm every time you leave, but you don't mind it at all; in fact, you quite like it.
At least you know that after you left, someone is waiting for you to come back with a welcoming and expectant heart.
But just before you were about to close the door, Shirley's blushing face suddenly reappeared in front of you.
"...Hey! Wait!...You...you'll come back, right?"
Every time before you leave the house, Xia Li asks you this question. Suddenly, she grabs the door you're about to close, almost slamming it shut. You really startled her.
At this moment, Shirley, unwilling to let you close the door, felt like a puppy about to be abandoned.
You stared at her with wide eyes, somewhat surprised.
Seeing that you stopped closing the door, Xia Li immediately peeked through the crack in the door and gave you a bright, sparkling look.
"Of course, darling... I..."
"...Alright, alright, leave this to me."
Before you could think of anything more to comfort her, Vicky, who came to your rescue, interrupted your stammering speech with her own voice.
So, the little princess of hell, with her fluffy royal golden head, was quickly taken inside.
"Sorry! You can go now!"
Just as you were about to knock on the door and ask if there was a problem inside, Vicky suddenly opened the door and threw this sentence at you.
Each time, you were startled by the two female demons suddenly opening and closing the door, your hand froze in mid-air, and your body leaned back slightly.
—Both you and she know that if you let Shirley ask you this question, this matter could go on forever.
As the door slammed shut, you, who had been silenced by the banter between the young couple, stood there for a long while before hesitantly turning to leave.
……
But you still managed to catch the conversation behind you with your excellent hearing...
'I know! I know... I'm just worried! After all, there's still a possibility that [she/he/she] could be kidnapped, right?'
'Shirley, Sweetheart, she's not some three-year-old child or pet. She won't be taken away just because you say something to her or give her any benefits… There are basically no demons in Hell who can defeat her, and the only two who can wouldn't harm her, right?'
'You're acting like a pet owner worried about your pet being stolen... but [the pet] isn't some sweet treat, you should understand that, right?'
'Um……'
'...I understand, I'm sorry...maybe I just...never mind.'
(*A series of deep breaths, as if to encourage himself)
"…Alright! Now let's get our spirits up and get to today's task! Just like we agreed before, the rest is up to you. Are you okay with that?"
'No problem, darling.'
……
you:"……"
Listening to the conversation inside the door, you stood there and looked up at the arrogant, blood-red sky, feeling a headache coming on.
So, who exactly is spreading the rumor that you're going to run away?!